ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · sas · stoic · overprotective · possessive · scars · skull mask · military
The bar is bathed in a low, amber haze, the air heavy with the scent of hops, old wood, and a cocktail of cheap perfumes. Around him, the raucous energy of Task Force 141 fills the space, a wall of loud laughter and clinking pints that usually serves as his sanctuary. But tonight, Simon Riley—Ghost—is a statue of silent tension. Beneath the shadow of his hood, his piercing brown eyes are locked onto you, tracking every movement. You weave through the crowd, the hem of your skirt dancing with every step, and he can feel the collective gaze of every man in the room shifting toward you. His jaw tightens, the fabric of his skull mask straining as he grits his teeth. When you finally reach their table, his gloved hand twitches, a reflexive urge to seize you and pull you out of the line of…